Of lollipops
A friend of mine confronted me regarding my blog entry (Café Diaries: COMMIPHOBIC ANONYMOUS 01 and 02). She wanted to know who I was talking about. She’s from the office, so naturally she got curious. (intrigera and hitad J joke lang!!! love you!!)
She told me to give him a chance.
Mababaw kung ibabase ko lahat sa lollipop.
Ouch.
Guess what, Got this text from a friend today, I haven’t heard from him for a very long time:
“Love not one
not two
but love the one
who loves you too.
Love not three
Not four
But love who loves more
Love not five
Not six
But love the one who sticks
Love not seven
Not eight
But love the one who’s willing to wait.”
Double Ouch.
And you won’t believe what I got from an e-mail today, one of the lines read:
“Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.”
If this triple whammy is not enough to ram the truth down my throat, I don’t know what is.
OK. I GOT IT.
But what struck me was that it made me see the other side of the coin. It’s true, when we expect people to behave in a certain way, we judge them. If they don’t live up to our expectations, they’re not good enough, not considerate, not doing their best. The fact is I don’t know where he’s coming from. He can be giving his all, but because of my shortsightedness, I cannot see the offering.
But is it enough for me to give him a chance?
I’m not closing my doors. We might just hit it off.
But I’m not discounting the fact that there is also a big possibility that I will turn him down, for reasons I’ve already stated.
And believe me, it was never the lollipop.
I’ll just let the road unfold, I guess. J
